A small separation is better than a newlywed.

Although Wang Qilin, Xu Da and Xie Mao separated for a long time, they had experienced many things from each other, and they inevitably felt a lot of sighs.

So they asked Chang Zhongbao to make some wild side dishes at night and drink on the roof while watching the moon.

Chang Zhongbao knew that his right to life and death was in the hands of Wang Qilin, so he would respond to his requests and take care of him in every possible way. He wanted to be a beautiful girl and then go up to eat, drink and sleep.

Wang Qilin did feel that he was not like a person who had the courage to exterminate a village. Moreover, although he was full of murderous intentions in the mountains, it was not uncommon to exterminate a village, but this kind of thing could not be suppressed.

Whenever it happens, news will often spread.

But there was no news about Daqingye Village, and the Changzhongbao tribe's people had no problem with the reaction. They would feel confused when they mentioned the missing people of Daqingye Village, and would not deny it or resist it.

Wang Qilin didn't want to wrongly accuse the good man, so he temporarily pressed the matter, but this group of people couldn't escape anyway.

There are many trees on the mountain, and the leaves are colorful at this time. The autumn wind blows up the leaves and makes rustling sounds. The insects are silent, and the wild birds shrink their nests. A new atmosphere appears.

Xu Da raised his glass to the moon and wrote a poem: "The north court has finished the wetlands, and the east court has returned from the millet. When we meet, the autumn moon is full, and it is time for the night to fly fireflies!"

Wang Qilin was not willing to be outdone and said, "Since ancient times, I have been sad and lonely in autumn. I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane radiates on the clouds in the clear sky, which leads poetry to the blue sky!"

Xie Hama looked at the two brothers like Sha Dasha Er. What is the opposite of his mother's sudden chanting of poetry? One failed scholar and the other half-illiterate, and yet he dares to recite poetry in front of him at this level?

He drank and ate food on his own, and then he reached out and sang the show on his legs with a small beat.

The autumn night is long and endless, and only the sound of ups and downs of wind comes across the forest and across the country.

When Wang Qilin was about to sleep, he suddenly became tired as he listened to the sound of the wind.

He had no intention of the officialdom, but because of his profound cultivation and magical power, he chose to protect the people and kill demons.

The reason he wanted to join the Letianjian was because at the earliest he wanted to find out about the earth in his dream and to find out information about the Creation Furnace.

But now he suddenly felt that why should he be bound by external things? Why do he have to have these obsessions?

What is the earth? What does it have to do with yourself?

Since the Creation Furnace has chosen itself, why should I explore the reasons?

In this complicated autumn night, his mood suddenly gained a strange calm. He listened to the mountain wind and felt that life was so simple that it was only a whimpering sound.

I feel relaxed and relieved.

Everything will be dull.

He pulled out Shihe, fiddled with his little arms and legs and said, "Dad has finished handling these business affairs, and he will quit his public office when he goes back. Then he will take you to find your mother, and let's wander around the world together!"

Shihe nodded vigorously: Whatever Dad said, it's what he is!

That night, Wang Qilin slept very calmly, and was woken up by the noise.

Many people outside were talking, their tone was nervous, which was not normal.

Wang Qilin opened the window and looked out. He was sleeping on the second floor of Chang Zhongbao's house. The small building of Chang Zhongbao's house was high on the mountainside. He could look out half of the village into his eyes.

Yesterday, everyone in the village was trapped at home by Tang Ming. Today, they couldn't stay and shouted that they wanted to come out.

Chang Zhongbao was sweating and muddy, and he shouted through the streets and alleys: "Everyone is quiet, stay at home first, wait for me to ask the adults' opinions. I know that everyone has urgent matters, and I also know that some families are going to have no food, but please wait..."

When Wang Qilin heard this, he sighed. He was clearly saying it to himself. Otherwise, how could Chang Zhongbao say it in official language?

Most people in the villages of the Hundred Thousand Mountains do not understand the official language.

He turned over and jumped down the window, saying, "What's going on with the patriarch?"

Chang Zhongbao hurried over to salute him, looking very frightened: "Did we bother Lord Wang? This is really a crime that deserves death..."

Wang Qilin rolled his eyes: "All are foxes for thousands of years, so don't talk about "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" here. Tell me, why don't you go to Lord Tang but come to me? Do you think I'm easy to talk to?"

Chang Zhongbao waved his hand and said, "I must never have such an idea. It's mainly Lord Tang. Hiss. Lord Tang and the others don't know what's going on. He didn't respond after entering the grain warehouse!"

He smashed his mouth, looking embarrassed.

Wang Qilin was very surprised: "Lord Tang and the others didn't respond? What's this called?"

Chang Zhongbao smiled bitterly and said, "There is no reply. I went to ask in the morning how to prepare breakfast for them, but no one in the room responded."

Wang Qilin knew something was wrong when he heard this.

Tang Ming and others had no reason not to respond to Chang Zhong Bao.

He immediately waved his hand and said, "Take me to see it quickly-Master Xu, something happened!"

Xie Hata opened the window and fell down, and the snoring sounded from Xu Da.

Wang Qilin asked Chang Zhongbao to wake Xu Da up, but the unlucky old man pushed open the door and was lucky because Xu Da's athlete's foot was shocked. He took two steps back on the spot to stabilize his body.

He now understood why Wang Qilin wanted to call Xu Da to wake up.

These officials have no conscience!

The people in the village obviously also guessed that something had happened to the Tang Sect people. They no longer held back from Tang Ming's confinement order, and pushed open the door and ran out to follow Wang Qilin to watch the fun.

And they not only watched, but also whispered and shouted.

As for what they were talking about, Wang Qilin didn't know. They were speaking local dialect, but he only felt noisy anyway.

Wang Qilin pulled Chang Zhong Bao and said, "You'd better make all your tribesmen shut up and pray together that Lord Tang and his party are fine, otherwise you will know what to do."

First, the indigenous people of Daqingye Village disappeared, they occupied the magpie's nest, and then the officials who left the Tianjian to investigate the matter had an accident. It was difficult for people not to associate them with the identity of the mastermind behind them.

Chang Zhongbao obviously understood this truth, and he said aggrievedly: "Mr. Wang, all this really has nothing to do with us. Where did the people in Daqingye Village disappear? We don't know; what happened to Lord Tang and others - we don't know!"

They quickly walked to the granary.

It is cold in Mid-Autumn Festival, and the doors and windows of the granary are closed.

Wang Qilin asked, "Can the door be opened? Have you tried to open the door?"

Chang Zhongbao squeezed his eyes and said, "Can you do it? Since Lord Tang moved in, we have not dared to touch the granary, and we have not opened the door. So we don't know what's going on."

Wang Qilin was speechless, this old man was also cowardly.

But he became alert in his heart.

Dogs that can bite people will not bark.

One possibility is not ruled out: Chang Zhongbao took people to deal with the Tang Sect and his group last night, and now he is pretending to be crazy and stupid.

Of course, this possibility is very low. Tang Ming is naturally not a mediocre player to be able to be a silver general. His group of people are elites carefully trained by the Tang Sect. Such a group of people cannot be dealt with silently.

Otherwise they would not live today.

Being a job in the Letian Supervisory Bureau is a life-long job!

Daqingye Village is very concerned about this granary. It is a standard mountain building and is built with real bluestone. The bluestone is bonded with rice slurry resin, which is stronger than ordinary fortresses.

The granary gate was painted in red lacquer before, and it was thick and strong.

But after several years of wind and rain, the door was mottled and a lot of paint was mottled, and the thick and atmospheric feeling was slightly weakened, but it gave it a vicissitude of time.

Wang Qilin nodded to Xu Da, and Xu Da screamed and raised his foot.

He just wanted to explore the way with his kick, but he didn't expect that the door was not closed at all. After he kicked it, he slowly opened half of the fan.

As soon as the door opened, Wang Qilin looked in and felt a gloomy breath rushing towards him.

This breath seems to be a cold that comes out of thin air on people, just like the northwest wind in the cold winter of 69, making people's skin hurt.

But the wind was blowing quickly and it disappeared quickly. Wang Qilin subconsciously shivered and it disappeared.

Suddenly, Wang Qilin became alert.

He and Xu Da lived here at that time. Some strange things did happen in the granary, but there was never such a cold wind!

Chang Zhongbao next to him also felt the cold wind. He asked carefully: "Seventh Master, something is wrong, right?"

In order to get closer, the old man followed Xu Da and Xie Hato to call him Master Qi.

Wang Qilin nodded silently.

Seeing this, Zhong Bao was stunned: "But didn't you say yesterday that you and Mr. Xu had already killed the monster who made the granary? Then what's going on? Could it be that its unjust soul has returned and continued to toss it?"

Xu Da glared at him: "How do you say it? Its infatuated soul is so bad. The old man burned it and it was said to do the way for heaven. It should go to the King of Hell to suffer honestly."

Chang Zhongbao had no choice but to nod: "Yes, yes, Mr. Xu is right."

Wang Qilin walked in, Chang Zhongbao followed behind, and then he turned his head and let out a choking sound: "Ahhh!"

Xu Da, who was behind him, was startled by his choking sound and shouted: "What's the matter with this mother?"

Chang Zhongbao kept looking back, his old face looked ferocious, and a bunch of folds were twisted. His turbid eyes were bloodshot at this moment, and his eyes looked behind the door were terrifying.

Seeing the cowardly appearance of the old patriarch, Wang Qilin knew that something was wrong behind the door and turned around quickly.

Then he saw a man in a pale white shroud hanging silently towards the wall.

"Is this a damn human or a ghost?" Chang Zhongbao said in a crying voice.

Xu Da squeezed in and took a look at it with great experience and said, "It's not a human or a ghost, it's a dead person."

He spent a long time with Diaoke, so he could tell at a glance that he had been hanged.

Wang Qilin frowned and shouted, and Xu Da went up and put him down from behind the door.
To be continued...